Myron Helfgott | An Inventory of My Thoughts

Myron (detail), 1987

LESTER VAN WINKLE

Myron Helfgott

It was the early evening of day one inaugurating our summer in Paris. In a sidewalk café on the left bank, a lovely meal, good wine, and small talk were suddenly interrupted by some jerk taking flash photos. I looked up to protest, and to my astonishment the photo flasher was none other than Myron Helfgott (hell, I thought I had left him in Richmond).

Actually, it was Myron’s support and encouragement that got us to Paris, and an incredible generosity of spirit that got him there to surprise us. The next two weeks were a marathon of dining, drinking, picnics, conversations, museums, art, and cathedrals. Myron gave us the gift of his Paris, plus his restaurant list and greater insight into his passion for life, art, and good wine.

Back in Richmond, Myron’s commitment to his work is absolute. His work ethic (and play ethic) has long been exemplary and comforting to his peers. I recall being terribly upset with Myron for describing himself to a West Coast painter as a “home hobbyist.” And then again, he once delivered a lecture on his work, apologizing for each piece as a miserable failure. The sheer volume of his work and its immutable quality stand in stark contrast to his claims of hobbyism and monumental failure.

As a presence in this art community, Myron swings a big bat; his investment has been constant, selfless, and profound. He has been counselor, cheerleader, and jump-starter for a number of his peers and ex-students. And he is definitely my go-to guy when studio problems seem insurmountable. His social circle resembles a spiral galaxy. His shadow is long. I think once you’ve seen the breadth and depth of his exhibition, you will agree that he has managed to become a prophet in his hometown.

But Myron, like the jerk taking flash photos, can be a jerk at times. Ask the freshman class he lined up in the hall for a trip to the infirmary to get their art inoculations. Yet Myron is the kind of jerk who never forgets your anniversary or your birthday, or your wife’s birthday, or you on his birthday. He’s an amateur jerk..

Lester Van Winkle earned an MA in 1969 from the University of Kentucky. After teaching for thirty-five years in the School of the Arts at Virginia Commonwealth University, Van Winkle retired from academia as a professor emeritus. In 2003 he received the VCUarts Faculty Award for Distinguished Achievement in Teaching and in 2006 he received the Distinguished Teaching of Art Award from the College Art Association. Van Winkle’s artwork is included in many public and private collections including the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, the National Collection of American Arts, the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute, and The David Graham Hall Foundation, among others. He now maintains a studio in Deltaville, Virginia.